after talking with Amy tonight, I realized my life lacks passion. I'm 25 and feel bitter and unfulfilled.
so I broke out my colored pencils box (to sketch a little before bed) and found an old dinosaur pencil sharpener with the dates '86 and '89 on it and a pink eraser from my elementary school days. I've always turned to a creative outlet to express my feelings. for some reason, I'm comforted by knowing this.
this is a small dedication to do less iphoning and more of what has brought me joy year after year--and phase after phase.
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